"I don't know what you are besides trying to camp out in a protected forest and get mauled by a bear. I can't take you anyplace, I'm stuck in the forest. Tell me who to call for you."

"I don't know. If you want to call the healers I'm not going to stop you."

"I'd call my boss but if I wake her up she'll be pissed, man. What is your deal?"

"I'm from a different world - I can prove it, I have a different kind of magic than daeva do. I woke up here a few days ago, and just figured out how to get down to Earth this morning. I don't know how anything works yet."

"...all right, magic man, prove it."

He chants a few words and teleports ten feet to the left.

"Can you do that through stuff?"

"Sure. Only a few times a day, though."

"One more'll do, can you go through the wall into the station?"

He nods, chants, and disappears.

The fairy enters the station. "Dang! How d'you do that?"

"Magic, like I said. My world has a few kinds, mine is granted by my god." He touches his pendant.

"How'd you get to this world, then, somebody summon you?"

"I have no idea, I just woke up here. I don't think someone on this side did it; the place I started in was abandoned. It might have been Fharlanghn," pendant-touch, "he's the god of travel - he generally asks first, but at this point he knows I wouldn't mind it very much if he didn't, I guess."

"What's a god exactly?"

"I don't have a technical definition - it's a matter of some scholarly debate. But they're very powerful, basically immortal, innately divinely magical beings with connections to particular concepts that they sort of embody - Fharlanghn is the god of travel, Pelor is the god of light and healing, Obad-Hai is the god of untamed nature, Yondalla is the goddess of halflings, that sort of thing. Not all clerics follow a god, but it's nice to have the guidance available and helpful in coordinating with other clerics with similar interests if you're taking cues from the same place."

"What's a halfling?"

"A different species of person. Similar to humans, but much smaller," he indicates knee height, "and usually nomadic."

"Huh. And you were like, hey, Far-whatever, I want magic, and he was like, okay?"

"It's a little more complicated than that but basically, yes."

"And then he dumped you here? Can you be like, hey Farwhatever, what was up with that?"

"He can talk to me whenever he likes; it's more costly for me to contact him myself. I might, eventually."

"Do you have... a guess?"

"A few possibilities, but nothing very firm." He yawns. "-excuse me."

"...you swear on Far-whatever you will demonstrate magic to my boss in the morning so it doesn't look like I'm nuts, and I can let you sleep on that couch."